Brother Monk - from what order you may be -
your order is founded without treachery
by the holy fathers - a real reformed order.
Although you have suffered many temptations -
for your obedience, discipline and other works
God will give you the eternal salvation.
Mr. Knight - I will quickly tell you.(2)
Fall in - I will not forget you.
Follow me now in the dance of death.
Your rank, worldly honour, wholly and fully,
now comes to an end without any jest.
The bread is now up until the tip(3)
O Deus, how well could I then come at the right moment?(1)
Might I come to such great station?
My little work, watching, reading and singing
could in now way bring me to that
had Christ not died so bitterly for me,
by means of which he has earned it all for me.
Help - knight St. George - I'm wholly afraid.
In the evening I sat for a long time
by the king - my gracious lord.
This I did [to] him to [my] great honour.
Now I feel the bitter Death by me.
Oh God - help me now in this distress.
Footnotes: (1) (2) (3)
queme is the conjunctive mood of "komen" (= to come).
mathe is related to English "mete" and "measure" - and "komen to mathe" is one of those expressions that can mean anything: "come at the right moment", "come to assistance", "come to an agreement", "come while something is taking place" etc., etc. To complicate matters further it is often used ironically so that it means "get hurt".
A "Wegge" is a small wheat bread with pointed tips like a wedge (hence the name). In Des dodes dantz Death tells the young nobleman that the bread has been eaten up - only the tip is left. Death then kindly explains that the all-but-eaten bread is a metaphor for the nobleman's all-but-spent life:
Junkher, du môst mede sunder jennigerhande schimpen,
De wegge is upgegetten wente an den timpen.
Dat schaltu in solker wise vorstân:
Dîn levent heft einen ende unde is vorgân.
Nobleman you must go along without any kind of jest.
The bread is eaten up - until the tip.
This you shall understand in such way:
Your life has an end and is gone.
In northern Germany there's still a tradition of celebrating a child's birth by bringing to the house a "Wegge" with the name of the child. Maybe this makes the Wegge an obvious metaphor for life.